Writer's Block

It's strange to look back at your own history and try to make sense of it. Trying to figure out why you spent so much time stressing something or someone out. You never really find the answer and dwelling in The Past has proved to be unhealthy, time after time. But after a long while of thinking and laughing at your own mistakes and reviewing all the words you wasted... you realize that trying to find the answer seems irrelevant to what is going on NOW- The Present. So, I ask you to strive in moving forward with the New... toward something better than before and greater then you imagined. Hopefully you can admit your mistakes and not only learn from them but grow as well. Yes... growing and moving toward something grand is the only sure way... It's being able to look back and be thankful that you went through that experience back than because now you're more equipped to deal with what's coming next- The Future. It's about picking up the pieces and creating a new picture, a more beautiful image- one that forever stains the brain. 

All the tears are dried up now... all my unanswered questions, are answered. Moving forward hand-in-hand because this is where we are now. We are: Unforgettable, Breathtaking, Suffocating, Amazing... so incomprehensible that we make sense, built with a foundation so complicated that's too easy, living in a world of our own. And that's just fine. 

It's been a while since I've written. It's not that I don't have the time, it's just my time has been occupied with him... and therefore my state of mind is in bliss and the dark emotions I was once feeling are dismissed. Rather having to find somewhere to place my thoughts, I turn and give them to him and he gives him to mine. And we have one hell of a mind-sex drive. Never stopping, we go all night... literally. Running the elite out of town... figuratively. He is my smile, truly madly deeply. Other's may shun the thought of us, and they may turn their faces up as we pass by... they fail to realize that THEY don't matter, when the matter is US. The reality is, ama-o and ama-me.♥

"Walkin through the corridors of my mind 

the hideaways and jokes and things were good times 

memories certainly, yes they still bind"

Yes, it's that simple.

On another note... 

on April 16th, I got a hummingbird on the right side of my neck.

Hummingbirds represent resurrection, it all ties into my parents.

Rest In Peace Desiree and Scott Saunders. ~April 17, 2002~

7 years... I'm still standing.